Well, the mourning period for the bikes is over, though I still feel angry. I’m starting to get fat, and the lethargy at work could be down to lack of exercise. So this weekend, I’m buying a new bike.
There’s something wierd about not having two wheels around the place. I’ve cycled regularly now, for fun and commuting, for nearly twelve years, with only a brief break earlier this year when I travelled around the country for work. ‘Two wheels good, four wheels bad.’
Daily archives: November 1, 2001
Slightly belated singles day-
Party Hard by Andrew WK. This really is everything they promised you. Loud, anthemic, fun. That’s the important thing, fun. The people who tell you not to like this song are probably Radiohead fans. Only one thing, and I’m not sure it’s all that bad. This just screams out ‘soundtrack’, expect to hear it in American Roadtrip 3 soon.
Because I Got High by Afroman. Novelty song! A funny little piece about the perils of over indulging the weed, it’ll be at the top of your pile when you’re choosing stuff to give to the local charity shop next summer.
Bohemian Like You by The Dandy Warhols. Sarcastic, bitchy, prime Warhols going on about the crapness of all those wannabe struggling artists. I guess it’s easy to snipe when you’ve made it. And I wish I could stop thinking about mobile phones.
Follow Me by Uncle Kracker. From the major tattoo on his forearm you’d expect something in the Slim Shady line, but this is…… Well, it’s nice. I just haven’t decided yet whether it’s MOR nice or Jazz Club Nice.
And an album-
White Blood Cells by The White Stripes. I haven’t listened to this one yet, so I’ll have to reserve judgement, but I do Like the single, Hotel Yorba.